assistirfilmes Chapter 37: Ch35. Meeting
Chapter 37: Ch35. Meeting
Chapter 37: Ch35. Meeting
When day broke, Miles and Diego woke up, washed themselves, and had a meager breakfast. While they munched at the [Novice Pack Rations] randomly-flavored crackers, though, Diego broke the silence.
"I went to sleep curious about what you said last night, but... What did you mean by 'you have a plan and a theory about the farming spot?" Diego's voice was slightly muffled by the mouthful of crackers, his expression serious and focused as he looked at the silvery wrap.
"It's rude to eat with your mouth open, Dee. Let alone speak..." Miles scolded. Diego's eyes turned down a little, and Miles continued. "I meant what I meant about what I said. I don't want to give you any false hopes, so how about we talk about it after the meeting?"
"Hm..." Diego nodded. "That's fine by me."
"Dee..." Miles frowned, opening one more wrap, and breaking one cracker in three parts.
"Sorry..." Diego pouted.
"Do you want to come out and try some, Cheshire?" Miles nudged the cat in his mind.
Cheshire materialized from a whirlwind of bright blue sparks, almost making Diego fall back from his chair as he yelped.
"Sure, why not?" Cheshire grinned, looking at Diego. "Good morning, little one. I see you're still on edge with me..." He chuckled.
This time, though, Diego chewed, drank some water from a canteen, and only then spoke.
"I'm sorry, Ches-Chesh..." He mumbled, looking apologetically to the bluish ethereal cat. "Can I call you Chess?" He smiled sheepishly. "It's easier."
"Go ahead, my boy." Miles looked at Cheshire, and it looked like the cat's grin had softened a little bit, although still unnaturally large. "I won't bite or anything, just so you know. I like you."@@@@
"Y-you do?" Diego's eyes widened a little. "Thanks... And sorry about being on edge with you... Chess. It's just that it's... Still a little bit too much, you know? I thought Wonderland belonged only to fairy tales..."
A group of three heavily armored warriors stood near the monument's ruins, their insignias marking them as members of the Union Guild. One of them, a broad-shouldered man with a scar running down the side of his face, was sharpening a massive great sword, his eyes scanning the crowd. Nearby, a cluster of robed figures whispered among themselves, their staffs adorned with glowing runes. They belonged to the Sakura Guild, known for their specialization in magic, along with their unnaturally sharp Japanese swordsmanship and martial arts.
Miles' eyes flickered toward them, the excitement and anxiety so evident that he could only think that something big was about to happen.
At the heart of the gathering, two figures stood apart from the rest, their mere presence demanding attention.
'Fuck... So that's why I was feeling so uncomfortable...' Miles thought, gritting his teeth. "Dee, why didn't you tell me that she would be here?"
"You probably wouldn't have come, and you can feel it, right?" Diego nudged him with an elbow. "Something big is about to happen."
"Yeah... I can feel it..." Miles retorted, his mood growing darker.
Sarissa Andreadis, the leader of the Union Guild, was a tall young woman with an imposing presence. Red wavy hair, green eyes, freckled white skin, her armor was a mix of plated steel and reinforced leather, adorned with trophies from past battles, from clawed gauntlets to a fur-lined mantle from some great beast.
The insignia of her guild was carved into her breastplate, painted in blood red. Her red hair was pulled into a tight braid, and her sharp, calculating eyes scanned the players with the precision of a battlefield commander.
Beside her stood Hinata Shinji, the enigmatic leader of the Sakura Guild.
Unlike Sarissa, whose strength was apparent at a glance, Shinji carried himself with an effortless grace that made it difficult to pinpoint just how dangerous he truly was. Dressed in a sleek black and violet robe adorned with intricate silver embroidery, he exuded an air of quiet control. His katana, resting against his hip, was sheathed in an obsidian scabbard, the hilt wrapped in dark silk. His jet-black hair fell loosely around his face, partially obscuring his piercing dark brown eyes.
As Miles and Diego drew closer, stopping a few meters from the last line of players, Sarissa stepped forward, her voice cutting through the murmurs of the assembled players like a blade.
Her eyes scanned the crowed, immediately falling on Miles, and with a disdainful expression, she raised her hand, making the murmurs cease as she spoke, her eyes never leaving Miles'.
"You're a disgrace to The Glitch."